Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 87848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“Do you want me to take you somewhere private? Or do you want me to make you feel better here, and now, in front of everybody?”
He presses his finger between my lower lips, not penetrating me, but spreading them just a little, scandalously exploring part of my body that has never been touched before.
I find myself holding my breath, telling myself I don’t want this while wanting nothing but it. I don’t care about the crowd. I don’t care about anything besides the way I need him and his touch, and how good he smells, and how his voice seems to slide down the inside of my spine, soothing and arousing me at the same time.
“I want to take you home,” he says. “I want to get that cheap silver foil collar off your neck. I want to bathe you, and feed you, and I want you to start a life with me. Now is that what you want? Or do you want me to rut you right here on stage like the wild little bitch you are?”
I arch my hips and I do my best to draw his finger in.
“I don’t know if I can hold off breeding you,” he tells me. “Do you want that? Spread out on the floor, fucked deep? Held in place while you take your mate’s cock for the first time in the eyes of the world?”
“Mmmm…” I let out a little animal sound as his finger finds the very entrance of my body and swirls around it. I have started to pant, to silently beg for his touch with arched hips and desperately tingling clit. I need his touch.
He dips his finger in and out of me, barely entering me, but giving me a taste, then moving down and finding my wet clit, circling it with his finger, tapping the bud now and then.
For the first time in my life, I want a man to touch me. The lust I feel is all consuming. I want him inside me, and the slow circling of his finger around my clit is driving me a kind of crazy I have never felt before.
My hips rise, his finger sinks deeper, and he finds a little scrap of resistance inside me, something nature made for him. I hear him make a soft sound, and I feel him explore it and me.
“You belong to me,” he purrs. “I want to take you out of here before I mate you, but if you won’t settle, I’ll fuck you for the first time here. I’ll show everybody what I’m made of, and what you are made for.”
It’s a potent promise, and I believe it.
“Are you ready to be a good girl and come with me?”
He purrs the question again, and this time I don’t bite him. I give him my permission by stopping fighting him. I can’t do more than that. I won’t do that. He takes that as consent and picks me up, over his shoulder this time, striding straight off the stage and through the crowd with me as his prize.
CHAPTER 2
Armand
I want to be as far away from this place as possible. My men are with me, moving in easy concert. Packs are good like that. I may not have a man right by my side, but they are spread out across the area and ready to intervene if necessary. I act with the knowledge that I am never alone.
The car is already open and ready for us. All I have to do is get her in and get the hell out of here. This is a bad place, and nothing good happens here.
“Can we get my friends?” She asks the question as I put her in the car.
“Your friends?”
“Yes. They’re stupid, but they don’t deserve to be bought by random men.”
I look down at her. “You are aware that you have also been purchased?”
“Yes.”
“And you want me to buy all your friends too?”
“I don’t know where they will end up.”
“You don’t know where you will end up, little one.”
I don’t care about the others. Maybe I should, but all I really care about, all I am capable of caring about at this moment, is her. My mate.
“Monsieur de Lune!”
The director of the orphanage comes down the stairs with one final interruption.
I think about killing him. I don’t know why, yet, but I am almost certain that this man should be dead. He takes girls and he sells women, and though I will not be leaving with a gaggle of unfortunates tonight, I will do something about this place.
“What is it?”
“After your most generous purchase offer, I feel the need to give you fair warning, Mr. de Lune. Don’t fuck that one until you’re in a secure location.”
I shut the car door, so she does not hear his vile comment, though it is likely too late. I have to wonder why he already has her in silver, cutting her off from her wolf nature.